east and west meet again, a wall tumbles down,
the other woman fell under the bus and the bikes
swirled around her, stars and stripes forever.
we are reunited today, the black dog, the redhead
and the scientist come home from the mountains
after pondering posters over red wine and laughter.
the bikes are put away, bags unpacked, the black
dog is in the living room snoring, the fan is
turning warm air into the cool of a lovely
summer night.
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